In an Instant Chapter 17 by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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In an Instant Chapter 17
Chapter 17
I was tired. I still couldnt believe that Kent was the double agent. Hes a wonderful husband to Jennifer and a wonderful father to his daughters. How could he ever let it come that far?
Anita, are you alright? I heard Victor saying and I nodded.
I looked to Vincent and I knew he was just as tired as we were. Come on, Vincent. Its time to go to bed. I said and Vincent nodded. He was just too tired to disagree with me, so without any protest, he walked upstairs.
Maybe we should do this more often. said Victor with a little smile.
Please Victor, I sighed.
Jane's Special Gift 2 Last ch by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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Jane's Special Gift 2 Last ch
Jane's Special Gift 2
Last Chapter
Something woke me up. I'm not sure what it was, but it wasn't something good. I looked to Cindy, who was asleep at the end of my bed. "Cindy!" I said and I tried to reach her. "Cindy, wake up!"
"What is it, Jane?" said Cindy in a sleepy voice. "Is the house on fire?"
"No, but didn't you hear it?"
"Apparently, I was fast asleep, so I didn't hear anything." she stood up and made sure that she had a good spot to sleep on. "Now, let me sleep again and don't wake me up unless the house is really on fire."
I just let out a deep sigh. Maybe I was just dreaming. I lay down again and I tried to get some sleep,
Sammys Fantasy.
It was a beautiful day and I walked to the end of the runway of the sky-bikes. In case you didnt know, being Rays little sister and being a Secret Agent wasnt really like a relaxing life. Ray always checks on me and trust me, being a Secret Agent is really tough.
I sat down at the edge of the runway and I looked around me. It was my birthday today and it was really sunny. So I wanted to make a relaxing day of it today.
I placed my hands under my head and I lay down.
Sammy! suddenly sounded and I opened my eyes. Here you are. Anita said and she walked to me.
What is it
It's not the end of the world by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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It's not the end of the world
It's not the end of the world
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"I will look out for her."
"I know she didn't do something like this before, but she will be alright Victor."
"You do trust your own daughter, don't you?"
"I'll bring her back the moment I see her. Just don't be mad at her." Mildred sighed when she hung up the phone. She understood why Victor was worried, but she also knew that everything would be al right. Anastasia was a girl who could look after herself when she needed to. She was after all the daughter of two U.Z.Z. Secret Agents.
Mildred wandered through her living room. It was more than eighteen years ago when she saw her g
The wrong Wish - Last Chapter by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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The wrong Wish - Last Chapter
His room was dark when he woke up from his dream. Victor rubbed his eyes and he looked around. Something woke him up, but it wasnt his alarm. He looked to the alarm, which showed him it was two o clock in the morning. Who could ever call me at two a.m.? Victor wondered while he started to yawn. He sat down at the edge of his bed and grabbed his communicator, which was on his nightstand. Anita? But why would she call now? Shouldnt she be with Alphonse right now? Victor wondered when he saw who the caller was. Anita, whats going on? Victor asked when he answered the call.
Did I wake you up? was t
The Wrong Wish - Chapter four by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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The Wrong Wish - Chapter four
It was late at night and Victor walked to the guest room, which was not far away from Anitas and Alphonses bedroom. Alphonse just arrived an hour or two ago from his studio. Alphonse asked Victor how things were during the day and Victor told him that everything was all right. Nothing strange happened and it was just a normal day. Victor waited to go to bed until Anita and Alphonse went to bed, he just wanted to make sure everything would be all right before he would get some sleep.
When Victor walked into his room, it was almost midnight and he was still wondering if he could help her. And if he could help her, how he could hel
The Wrong Wish - Chapter Three by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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The Wrong Wish - Chapter Three
The night started to fall and the lights in the enormous house went on. The lights gave the wooden-coated corridors a romantic touch. Also the lights in the large rose garden went on and they gave both the garden as the heart-shaped fountain a romantic touch.
It was almost dinnertime and a woman with light-grey hair walked into the kitchen. Even though Claire wasnt one of the youngest anymore, she still could cook as the best. She looked up and she stood still next to the refrigerator. James? She said as she walked to the sink. What are you doing here? The butler was at her working space. He only did that when
The Wrong Wish - Chapter 2 by Eszies-Eszie, literature
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The Wrong Wish - Chapter 2
Victor looked up. He was standing in front of an enormous gate. Behind that gate was an enormous white house standing. It was the same address as what was written on the piece of paper that Ray gave him. If hed known that being an artist could make you that rich
The artist has to be really rich, Victor thought and he shook his head. An artist whos that rich Who knows what kind of wife he has? Probable that kind that loves to spill her husbands money in expensive shops. Victor pressed on the button that was next to the gate and he heard a male voice from the intercom.
Yes? the voice said with an Italian ac
It was a nice day of spring and the night just fell. Most people enjoyed this wonderful weather and decided to take a nice walk through the park. You could see couples everywhere in the park, enjoying the wonderful night and enjoying the presence of the other. They were enjoying the wonderful experience called love.
But a young, light-brown haired man walked alone and he didnt look like he was there to enjoy the beautiful night.
Victor looked around him. Everywhere he looked, he saw couples; young people in love. He sighed. Tonight was Anita on a date with Alphonse. He didnt understand what she saw in him. He was a strange scul
Just a dream
I looked to my watch. The sun started to go down and I knew that everyone was waiting for me. I knew I was late, but I just couldnt believe it. It was too hard for me to believe it.
Before I drove my to a parking spot, I checked my make-up again. My eyes were red from crying, I already knew that this would happen so I didnt use mascara today. I parked my car and I walked to the entrance of the church. Today was on of the blackest days of my life.
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I just entered the church when two agents wanted to close the doors. I knew what they were thinking. They thought how I could ever be late on this important day.
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